The restraints around my wrists and ankles suspended me as I thrust my chest forward, panting and whimpering.
“Please…” my voice thinned out.
I was reduced to a weak, helpless mess and the thought of it made me even wetter.
“So hungry, so desperate.” He grunted, teasing my nipples with the edge of the knife.
The contact was electric. “Oh, that feels so fucking good.”
My breasts were heavy. The way he dragged the knife over the slopes and curves of my aching boobs made me needier. Hot tears builded up at the back of my eyes, frustration biting at my skin because he knew where I needed him and he wasn't giving me what I wanted.
“It's too much…please, it's too much…” I didn't know what was too much. The torture or how I was overly stimulated.
I’d come in one single stroke if he touched me right now.
“You should see how gorgeous you look all tied up.” His deep, dark voice dripped with deranged amusement.
A long dirty moan tore from my lips as the sheer, ripping sound of my thong echoed through the room. His fingers glided over my moist cunt, soaking up all the moisture, and a grunt left his lips.
“You are making a mess everywhere, baby girl. I haven't even fucked you yet.” He snickered.
My stomach wanted to combust from its tightness as he stroked my clit with the knife. My whimpers were long, loud and almost deafening. The stimulation dulled my senses, making my toes curl and my legs buckled.
“Ugh, fuck.” My lips trembled. “More, I want more.”
“You want to ride this knife like the needy little whore you are, don't you?” I was a whore and that was exactly what I wanted to do.
“Yes, please. Yes…” I begged like I was begging for a drop of water like someone who had been thirsty for long.
“Good girl.”
He plunged the butt of the knife into my opening, and fuck, I wanted to melt into the sheets. It felt so fucking good and liberating to finally get what I wanted. My moans resounded through the room, so loud, so filthy and so embarrassing.
It should be pathetic that I was being fucked with a knife, scare me even, but I didn't care care if my wrists bled or turned raw, I lifted my hips and started pushing back and forth onto the knife, riding it hard and feeling myself fade into the pleasure it brought me.
“So messy, so wet, so needy.” He wrapped his fingers around my throat, choking me until my moans turned thin and my body felt like it wanted to tear itself inside out because the stimulation was too much to handle.
My head turned heavy, my nipples hardening to the point of pain.
“Oh, it's so good—so, so good.” I broke into a sob.
I wanted it. I wanted all of it. To be touched everywhere but he only thrust the butt of the knife in and out of me, screwing me ruthlessly until my throat was raw.
“Damnit, you are so tight.” He grunted, slowing his pace. He withdrew the knife, dragged it over my clit and plunged back in.
My mind blanked for a second.
I never thought giving up control could be this maddening. It was exhilarating and all I could think a about was why I had never done it before.
“Don't stop…don't…there…there.”
His grip hardened around my neck. I was overwhelmed andI fucking loved it. “Right here?” he taunted me, knowing he had me right where he wanted me.
“Oh, God. Yes.”
My vision felt faint against the silky dark material covering my eyes. My legs were wobbly, trembling so much because of my impending release. My stomach twisted into strong knots, and I started spluttering gibberish, drooling from the corners of my mouth.
“There's a goodfuckinggirl.”
